The Call

Ping pang, the sound of him pounding metal
she sips on her coffee and see's a falling rose petal
the grunt and the groan
she wonders if he's coming home

he hears a sound, something is not right
she thinks if he will be home tonight
he see's the gage needle go red
she holds his pillow on there bed

with a loud bang he knows he's dead
she gets that call that she so dreads
the voice says sorry he passed away
she thinks 'why god?' 'why today?'

as the police pull up so does a truck
she thinks to herself 'what the f**k?'

as the truck door opens her tears of pain turn to joy
she can now go have there baby boy
he smiles at her and gives her a kiss
she thanks god he gave her, her wish.